«We Could Be Legends»

[HoodedHuntress]

Bleddyn's glare stopped robotically rotating and fixed hard on the eyes that turned to challenge her.
Virio.
She'd known the guy for a while, having seen him in passing and in this class. He was one of those faces you could pin to a name, but the association stopped right there. She'd never really interacted with him much. There was something about him that she found immediately agitating- perhaps the fact that he radiated confrontation readiness as readily as she. In addition, there was the alarming air of one who hid much and knew much.

"You got a problem?" Bleddyn mouthed distinctly, sitting up straighter in her chair and subsequently pulling her feet off the desk slightly.

Virio analyzed her inner thoughts as best he could, sensing some slight unease, annoyance, something...lying within her. He had an inkling of a feeling she had an emotional burden within her; something had happened. Virio decided she wasn't a real threat, and he wasn't trying to get in a fight with a girl, which was clearly against his ideals. So, instead, he simply nodded decisively to let her know he did have a problem, and that she shouldn't be staring at random people she didn't know well, or she'd learn herself a lesson one day.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Brisa opened to the last page she had been on and finished one problem, then paused, glancing around her to see what the others were doing. She froze, torn between obeying the substitute or not. He looks like some random dude they pulled off the street. I doubt he’ll check our answers. She began to open the browser, then stopped. But he might. She had good grades in this class and didn’t want to mess that up. Sighing reluctantly, she began the work, finishing fairly quickly and fairly sloppily as well, getting about five sixths of the questions right. She frowned, disappointed in herself for not trying harder, then opened the browser and searched: The Pure. You never know what you can find on the internet. Maybe something’ll come up.

Bleddyn, having left every school book to her name at home, saw no reason to get her feet off her desk and put some effort into appearing obedient. The substitute himself was a good enough negative influence for her to just continue her normal routine of rebellion.

Be grateful that I'm here, nincompoop.

And so she sat, glaring daggers at every head in front of her.

Jessi looked at the others. Bleddyn isn't even going to try? She thought. Hmm… the sub. teacher is too busy on his phone to tell if we are doing our homework… no, I can't risk it. She continued to try to work on the questions, much to her frustration.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Jessi looked at the others. Bleddyn isn't even going to try? She thought. Hmm… the sub. teacher is too busy on his phone to tell if we are doing our homework… no, I can't risk it. She continued to try to work on the questions, much to her frustration.

Yris, who was also struggling with the homework, noticed Jessi's frustration to her left, shaking her head at the problems once more. She muttered softly, turning her head to Jessi slightly "This sucks. Have you done problem 7 yet?" A frustrated, yet friendly expression painted her face as she inquired regarding the algebra problem to the girl she had seen before but truly didn't know.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Yris, who was also struggling with the homework, noticed Jessi's frustration to her left, shaking her head at the problems once more. She muttered softly, turning her head to Jessi slightly "This sucks. Have you done problem 7 yet?" A frustrated, yet friendly expression painted her face as she inquired regarding the algebra problem to the girl she had seen before but truly didn't know.

Jessi shook her head. "Not yet. I just got past problem 2." She sighed. "I should've known this at least a year ago."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Virio analyzed her inner thoughts as best he could, sensing some slight unease, annoyance, something...lying within her. He had an inkling of a feeling she had an emotional burden within her; something had happened. Virio decided she wasn't a real threat, and he wasn't trying to get in a fight with a girl, which was clearly against his ideals. So, instead, he simply nodded decisively to let her know he did have a problem, and that she shouldn't be staring at random people she didn't know well, or she'd learn herself a lesson one day.

His vexatious agreement had Bleddyn decide then and there that she was going to fight him; no matter his advantages in height and likely strength.
She needed to fight him.
Not even him in particular, but anyone.
Something needed to dispel this heavy shroud of misery that she couldn't shred on her own. She'd found contradictory consolation in confrontation countless times before- it had to work now.

But she couldn't find it in her to get up.
The weekend's losses were unshakable, oppressive boulders weighing her down and she had no means by which to dislodge them.

Subjugated outwardly by her inner battles, Bleddyn collapsed back into her chair and the escaping sigh left her as a pathetic drained balloon.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"We should go now, we're waisting time." She snarled, snatching a sweater from the bed. She turned towards him with a narrowed green eye, as if daring him to judge her actions.
"Maple, I think we should wait till nightfall. No one will notice us then." He growled, sighing. Reasoning with the one-eyed, power-hungry cat women was not as easy as it seemed. He ran a hand through his thick brown hair, looking at her. "I know you want to get it as soon as possible, but in daylight is just to noticeable. And Silver's apartment in right in the middle of town, someone will see us breaking in."
"Michael, you are such a coward! Cowardly as your son, are you? I thought you'd be better then that, honestly." Mapleshade scoffed, flattening her ears. Lashing her tail, she turned to him, green eye ablaze. "The sooner I get that key, the sooner we are ridded of our inhuman qualities, and the sooner we can kill the pathetic children!" She snatched his hands in hers, her claw like nails gently grazing his skin. "Rid of your child, the useless one, the one unworthy of your blood. Don't you see, Michael?" She craned her neck up to look him in the eye, almost desperately. "We need that key." She hissed softly.
"It's to much of a risk, Mapleshade. I see what you are saying but...it's to dangerous. We can't be caught. Sooner or later Wolfram is going to turn you in, if he hasn't already, and people will be looking for you. It's to dangerous, I don't want you getting hurt."
"Coward!" Mapleshade shrieked, yanking her hands away from him viciously. She bared her fang like teeth, ears flattened and tail lashing violently. "I knew it! You're just as cowardly, just as weak, just as USELESS as your God forbidden son!" Her eyes flashed violently, like a rabid animal trapped in a corner. "Mine as well plan a pity party for both of you cowards! 'Oh, I want the key but I'm to scared to get it!' " Her voice rose to a high-pitched squeal, a almost strangled hissing noise erupting from her throat.
"Mapleshade it's not like that....if you just let me-"
"Just let you what?!" She shrieked, surging up to him. She traced his jawline with her nails, digging them into his flesh until blood welled along her nails. She stared at him with a crazed look, almost satisfied as the blood ran down his neck. "Well?" She purred softly, tilting her head to one side. "Cat-caught-your-tongue, darling? Or shall I say, did I catch your tongue?"
Michael growled softly, attempting to push her hand away. But she gripping his jaw with a vice-grip, arms stiffening.
Her other hand shot up, grabbing the other side of his face, forcing him to look at her. "I asked you a question, and I would speak now if I where you."
"I'm not a coward, Mapleshade. I just think we should wait till nightfall, it will be safer."
"Who ever said I wanted to be safe?" A malicious grin crossed the female's face, the scars lining her cheeks even more noticable.
"You're insane." Michael hissed softly.
"But I'm also stronger then you, and you can't hurt me!"
She backed away from him, blood dripping from both sides of his jaw. The same malicious grin crossed her face, her tail whipping back and forth. She shoved past him, stopping for a heartbeat in the doorway.
"We leave at nightfall."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Pathetic coward!" A snarl escaped her lips, the soft thud of her shoes hitting the ground the only other sound in the halls. Ripping open a door, she stepped out into the bright morning light, eye narrowed. "Where is Taylor?" She snarled softly to another Pure member. "She's across the street, in that building there. Shopping." The Pure male growled, earning a malicious grin from the one eyed cat women. "Perfect." She shifted into her only other form, a long haired, calico Maine coon. Trotting to the edge of the road, she paused, listening for any cars. Clear. She bounded full speed ahead across the street, slowing down.
She lurked outside the brick building, crouching out of sight, waiting for the red-headed teenager to appear. Then her moment. She sprung out of hiding the moment Taylor walked out the door, whimpering patheticlly. She held a paw off the ground, staggering backward.
Taylor looked down, surprised to see a large calico cat whimpering, holding a injured paw to her chest. "Oh, you poor thing!" She crouched down, only for the cat to stagger backward, into the almos hidden alleyway. Taylor followed, green eyes glittering in concern. Sudden, a pair of hands yanked her into the alley way, covering her mouth. She let out a muffled yelp as she was thrown against the brick wall, held there by someone. She slowly opened her eyes, to see her worst enemy. Mapleshade. But now half the females face was scarred and still slightly bloody, one eye swollen shut. "Where is the boy?!" Mapleshade hissed, pulling her hand away from the girls mouth. "Scream for help and you will regret it." She added.
Taylor shook her head violently. "Mapleshade! What boy?! Let me go!"
Mapleshade held her against the wall with a vice grip, snarling. "You know who I'm talking about. Silver's child. Find him. Get the key from him. He'll trust you, Silver knew you well enough." Mapleshade let Taylor go, turning to walk away. "Oh and Taylor? Fail me, and you will regret it."
Taylor swallowed hard, watching Mapleshade walk away. Panicked, she walked back out into the sunlight, eyes wild with fear

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Peter scribbled down the answers for the first page of questions, then delicately put done his pencil. He drummed his fingers on his desk and allowed his eyes to wander, paying special attention to the people he knew. Then he transfixed his gaze on the substitute. Mr. Hanson seemed like the type who wouldn't do anything unless the class got really loud.
Peter slowly stuck his hand into his hoodie pocket, rummaging around the random assortment of things in it until he felt something smooth. Sometimes he didn't forget his phone.
Peter pulled it out, his eyes staying on the substitute, then started looking at memes.

 

[Amer]

Sherri opened the application on her touchscreen laptop labeled "Social Studies," as instructed by the teacher in her class.
A website called "School Buzz" opened onto the "Social Studies" page, revealing today's assignment.
Her eyes slowly scanned the page, and she typed answers to the questions. Today's assignment wasn't too hard, albeit boring. Her hand lept to her pocket, hungry for the social media scoop.
Fingers searching in the ripped inner fabric of her front jeans pocket, she found nothing but a hole.
Oh, right. All she had for a phone was a shattered pile and an old piece of junk. She also found it difficult to stick her whole right hand in her pocket. The cuff prevented that.
Instead of quietly reading, she ran her fingers over the rough edges in hypnotized circles. She needed to get it off somehow. But how?

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Taylor raced to her car, ripping open the door and jumping inside. Slamming the door shut, she pulled out her phone, dialing Wolfram's number. The only reason she knew him was because of Lily and his mother.

Wolfram jumped as the sharp ringtone of his phone cut the silence between him, Alice and Camilla. He quickly answered with a sharp snarl. "And you want what now, Taylor? More crap about Lily? Quite frankly I don't want to hear it."

"Dude, no. Where are you?"

"Taylor, what do you need?" Wolfram snapped.

"Alright, Mr. I-hate-everything, I'm being held under a knife by Mapleshade right now and I need you to come save me."

Wolfram jerked up from his seat, snarling. "What?!"

"You are so gullible." Taylor snickered, hearing him snarl.

Wolfram slowly sat back down, hissing. "What do you really want, Taylor?"

"I met Mapleshade. She wants me to get some sort of key from you. We need to talk, so where are you?"

Wolfram cursed loudly, hissing. "Jessi and Toby Davis' house. It's right across from moms apartment, you'll see my car in the driveway. Come here ASAP Taylor. This is serious crap now..."

Her phone beeped as he hung up, earning a sigh from her. "Oh! Jessi Davis, I know her..."

Wolfram growled, looking over at Alice. He threw his head into his hands, cursing and muttering under his breath. "We're doomed!" He snarled.

(@Rose Quartz)